Meditations of a Golfer Who Is About to Have a Drink

As we walked toward the clubhouse Bill was exultant and bouncing. Reaction to the exertion of thinking at golf hadn't hit him yet.

I was tired but jubilant, too, at having performed a minor miracle - with the help of a golf ball and clubs I had brightened a man's future.

A discouraged and hopeless fellow who was quitting golf had been brought back to share in the delights of golf's companionship, to let his eyes dwell upon the loveliness of the countryside, to walk with the exhilaration on the springy turf, swinging his arms and stretching his body. Bill knew now the joy of escape from the rat race. He could life his chin because he had proved to himself that he was his own master. All those riches and more that golf gives were saved for a man who needs what golf has to give.

That's a good day's work for anybody.

From: A Round of Golf with Tommy Armour by Thomas D. Armour, Simon & Schuster, 1959. Reprinted without permission. Burford Books, 2002.

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